Perverts 'R' Us

Incest Seed

By The Purvv ( M/F, M/f, inc-mom/son, bro/sis, fath/dau )

Note from the author: Following is the first two chapters of an unfinished story. I hope there's enough to please the reader. Unfortunately, with my current frame of mind, I just may never complete it.

Prologue

Over the past few years, I've looked with interest at the various family incest stories and the numerous know-it-all comments from people who don't really have the slightest idea. Most of the comments make fun of the stories and almost all think that the stories are untrue. I would guess that a great percentage of them are made up, but to issue a blanket statement that there is no truth to any of them would be foolish. I'm not writing this to convince anyone. My soul purpose is to create a written record for my kids (and their kids too if my son and/or daughter want to pass it on). I'm sure that they wonder how it all came to be; my wife Suzie and I never tried to explain it to them.

Suzie passed on last November and since that time, I've written this to preserve her memory and to allow my children true understanding. Because both of my children are fully-grown, I feel no need to hide what has happened, although I am shielding their real names. Maybe telling the world may help people understand how these things occur.

Obviously, as you the reader can see, I am not a professional writer. This will be my sole effort. I apologize for my poor writing in advance.

Chapter One

Suzie and I had a wonderful marriage. She bore me two kids, Edward and Maryanne (a third child died at birth) and we lived a perfect life in suburbia. Suzie and I also had something very much in common, although we did not know it for the first fourteen years of our marriage. We were both sexually abused as kids and kept that secret truth hidden from each other. We found out about each other in a most unusual way.

One Saturday night my wife and I were going to the movies and we left the kids home by themselves. At the time, Edward was 13 and Maryanne was a year younger.

A sudden storm swept into the area and by the time we had arrived at the theater the electricity in that part of our town had failed (although it hadn't blacked out by our house, we later found out). We waited outside in the parking lot until the time that the movie was going to start and when the electricity had not come back on by then, we decided to return home in the heavy rainstorm.

As we reached the house, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring; so it was no wonder the kids did not hear us come in unexpectedly. The TV was on in the living room but my son and daughter were not there, which wasn't unusual in my house.

Sue and I walked upstairs to go to our room to change into our lounging-around clothes, but we never made it to our room. In fact, we never made it past Maryanne's room. Her door was ajar. Obviously, the kids weren't expecting our return. Suzie was the first one to notice. Outside the door, she stopped short and I heard her suck in her breath. Looking over her shoulder, I immediately saw her cause for alarm.

Inside of the room, our kids were naked. Maryanne was lying on her back on her bed. Her legs were apart. Edward was sitting up on the side and his hand was exploring between his sister's legs.

I followed my wife as she charged in and screamed, "EDWARD!!!! What are you doing?!!?"

Panic immediately gripped the kids and my son jumped up from the bed as if he had been sitting on hot coals. Maryanne just stared at us with utter fear in her eyes, too frightened to move. It was at this time that the most curious event of the night took place. My son stood facing my wife and me, while my daughter seemed to be holding her breath. We were all silent for what seemed to be at least a minute. It was during this silent interval that I noticed Suzie.

Edward was standing there with his hard-on still in place and my wife's eyes seemed to be riveted to the boy's crotch. I waited for her to say something but she seemed mesmerized. Finally, Maryanne seemed to break the mood when she suddenly broke into tears and scrambled under the sheets. At that point, my wife seemed to finally come out of her trance and she became a mother once more, screaming, ranting, and raving.

How we handled this affair is not really relative to this story but, needless to say, the kids heard more than a mouthful from both my wife and I. Even during these minutes afterward, I couldn't help but notice Sue. Her eyes kept returning to Edward's cock.

Later that night, Sue and I finally found out the truth about each other. Her interest in my son had upset me but I was not going to comment to her about it. I didn't have to. After we were in bed in the dark, Suzie began to cry softly. I heard her, asked what the matter was, and received the usual, 'nothing' response. I assumed that she was crying about what the kids had been doing. I turned on the light so that we could talk about it. While she continued silently crying, I tried to calm her by saying that we had stopped the kids before it went too far and they hadn't really done anything but touch each other. It was not something that other kids hadn't experimented with and, as long as they didn't fool around anymore, everything would be all right.

It was at that point, as tears rolled down her cheeks that Sue whispered, "Not for me."

I had to ask a few times what she meant and finally she opened up, "I...I got - I...Rick, I got to tell you...I...Oh god, how do I...Rick, I've got a problem."

I waited patiently, with curiosity. I watched as she wiped at the tears and as it seemed that she was gathering her thoughts. Finally, she continued.

"I...Tonight...with the kids...with Edward's...Rick I...I...I know he's my son. I know everything that you're going to say, but I've go to be honest with you. I should have done this a long time ago," she began. "Tonight, when Eddie was standing there, I...I couldn't take my eyes from...him."

Her voice was barely audible. I nodded, not knowing quite where this was going to lead. Then it all came out. First her story...and then mine. We had both kept our past lives secret from one another and now that we began telling, it was surprising how similar our stories were.

Sue was hesitant at first, but then became more confident as she continued on, telling me of her hardship life. When she was 12 years old, her father raped her. It was especially devastating because of her complete love for him up until that time. She told me that she had loved him so much that she had even begun fantasizing about her dad. If he had not raped her she probably would have willingly given herself, because she secretly wanted it. As it was, he just sexually abused her and continued for another year until her mother found out and threw him out of the house.

Hearing my wife's story and realizing that she was baring her life, I decided to tell her about me. I too was abused. I guess that you could call it rape although that term does not really sound right to me. Like Sue, I also adored my parent, which in my case was my mother, and I too secretly fantasized about her. I went even further, for by the time of my 'rape' at the age of 12, I was frequently stealing my mother's panties, taking them into my bedroom and sniffing at the crotch while I masturbated. I too would have eagerly had sex with my mother if it had been natural. However, the way that it came about was the problem.

Mom was a big drinker who often came home drunk (from where, I don't know). On this particular night, she came home and I happened to be waiting in her bed for her to get home. To this day I don't really remember everything that happened (I'm sure that my mind blocked it out as much as possible) but I do know that she came home slobbering drunk and that she forced sex on me.

Now that it was out in the open Sue and I both began a true open dialog. She talked of her concern about her reaction upon seeing Edward's manhood. She told me how she had suddenly felt an inner warmness and she had a tremendous urge to reach out and grab him. She said that she felt that at that time she would have even wanted our son inside her. She was terribly upset with her reactions, knowing that they were not normal.

"So what IS normal?" I asked. "Me?"

I then began my own problem. At first, I expected her to blow a fuse but when I realized that she was listening with concern, I told her everything, holding nothing back. First, I told her how when Maryanne was about 7 years old I first started thinking that I might someday screw her. Then I told her of my light, sneaky, touching of my daughter's ass and nipples during the past year without Maryanne being aware what I was doing. And finally, I admitted how I had recently begun taking my daughter's panties from the hamper and sniffing the aroma from the crotch.

"I'm sorry hon. I...I just can't help it. I mean, I love her, you know that. I'd never ever do anything to her like that, but I...I can...I can THINK of it..."

Sue nodded, knowingly. For a long time we were silent, and then she shocked me.

"You know, Rick...You said, and I know that you mean it, that you wouldn't do anything with Maryanne. But...well, my problem, what I'm afraid of, is that I would have done something with Edward. If...I...I would have...No wait, let me try this...please don't get mad, but we're trying to be honest, right?"

I nodded.

"Seeing his thing...if I could, right now, I'd want it in me...I'm sorry...I...I can't help this thinking..."

"You mean consensual or...force?!"

"OH NO!" she almost shouted. "Not...never force. Oh god, no - - Been there, done that, you know? No, I mean if...let's say you were not here and...Well, you know. I just feel awful."

I thought of the whole situation. Then to calm her I admitted, "Don't feel awful...I mean...under the right circumstances, I guess you mean, right?"

She nodded and I continued, "Yeah well, I guess if Maryanne wanted me to, then I'd like, no I guess I have to admit I'd love to do her. I mean, Suzie, I...I mean I've...we've...I've gone down on you and enjoyed it but I must admit, I don't know why but when I...er...smell her panties I get a bigger rush than anything that I ever experienced. I mean, like, well, you taste good and all, but for some reason Maryanne smells absolutely awesome! I...I'm sorry, I don't mean anything bad about you, you know that, but...if...if I was smelling her panties and she were next to me...god forgive me, I'm not sure that I'd be able to keep away from her!"

From that night forward Suzie and I had a clear understanding of each other and as the days moved on we became more and more comfortable. I think that we both realized that we each would go to bed with our child but that we would probably never do it because we'd never force ourselves on the youngsters. Yet, in our minds, we felt if the opportunity ever came for the other, that we probably would be happy.

Chapter Two

Sue and I discussed our strange thoughts and we came to the conclusion that we thought differently than 'normal people' because we both were incest victims.

Indeed, soon we were secretly trying to interest the kids in their parents.

I did so first. One Saturday afternoon, about a week or so after that night, I was talking to my son (a father/son talk) about what happened. I remarked in a matter-of-factly way, so that Edward didn't jump out of his shoes, how big he was and that he would make some girls very happy. I gave him a knowing nudge and added, "Even your mother couldn't take her eyes off of you that night."

"I'm...I'm sor-sorry, Dad," he said apologetically.

I laughed lightly. "No Ed...That's not what...I wasn't complaining...Hell, I thought it was cute how she reacted. She doesn't react that way with me anymore," I grinned.

"Dad, stop..." he grinned also, a blush of embarrassment on his face. "She...she does not...She didn't look at me..."

Knowing how tight his cock looked in his Spandex, I issued him a teasing challenge, "Tell you what. If I'm wrong I'll buy you that bike that you want..." He looked up at me, totally interested. "You wear your Spandex downstairs tonight and I'll bet you your mom looks at you..."

I saw his eyes waver. He was both embarrassed and confused. "Nah......er...n - that's stup..."

I cut him off, "Bike if I'm wrong?"

"I...I don't know..." he muttered and the conversation was dropped.

After dinner, the four of us went into the living room to watch TV, but before Edward sat, I saw him staring curiously at me. Then suddenly he said, "I'll be right back," and bolted out of the room.

I walked over to Suzie and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken your little boy is going to change into something that you will like and he's doing it for you. If he does, make sure that you take notice. Okay? Not by saying anything, just by looking a lot, okay?"

My wife's face was scrunched up in a frown of confusion and curiosity. "What...what did you...what's he going to do?" she wondered aloud. I saw a hint of recognition in her eyes and a faint flash of hidden excitement on her face.

"Just tell me you'll look, okay?" I whispered.

Nervously, she nodded.

"A lot! Look a lot, okay?"

Again, she nodded.

Footsteps could be heard on the stairs as my son made his way down. When Edward reached the living room, I thought that Suzie would run away. Her eyes opened wide with surprise when he nervously entered the room in his Spandex. She shot a nervous glance at me and then I became an interested spectator. As promised, she turned her eyes to our son and I watched with interest as she lowered her gaze to his crotch.

At that time, I looked back at Edward and saw him watching his mother's eyes and then I looked down and saw his cock enlarge within his shorts. His face was red with embarrassment.

What fascinated me the most was my wife's reaction. I now believed everything that she had told me about her feelings. If my son had pulled cock out at that moment and told Suzie to take it, there is no doubt in my mind that she would have screwed him right then and there, in front of Maryanne and me.

I then looked over at my daughter and realized that she too had become aware of her mother's attention to Edward's tent. She glanced at me to see if I had picked up on what was happening. I guess that she thought if I had seen them that I would have reacted badly. The whole scene had actually 'turned me on' somewhat. Boldly, I looked at the bottom of Maryanne's skirt and allowed my eyes to look at her legs and inner thighs. Then I looked up at her again and saw that she too was as red as her brother was. She turned away.

From what Suzie told me, the following morning my daughter confronted her. "Mama, how could you?" she had challenged when both Edward and I were out of the room momentarily. "Eddie's your son!" To which Suzie said she then replied, "Well, Daddy looks at you, doesn't he?" planting a seed in Maryanne's head.

A couple of times during the night Edward had to get up from the chair on which he was sitting to walk out to the bathroom. Both times Suzie's eyes moved to the boy's crotch. At 11:00 PM, he stood up from the chair, to go up to his room. Again, his mother's eyes moved into his crotch and paused; and for the second time that night, the boy got a massive hard-on. He hurried away. I'm sure that when he rushed upstairs that the first thing that he did in his bedroom was to masturbate.

Sue and I also went upstairs, to our room, and as soon as the door was closed, she grinned at me and said, "Bastard!"

I grinned back at her.

"How...what did you say to make him wear that?" she asked, as she started to remove her clothes.

"He just wanted to make his mommy happy," I teased.

When she was down to just her panties, she turned off the lamp. Just before she hopped on the bed, I heard her shuffle about and I was pretty sure that she was now totally naked, as I climbed alongside of her.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Are you mad at me Rick?" she asked in response.

"Hell no, hon. I saw that look on your face. Wow, unbelievable!"

She then whispered softly, "Rick?"

"Yeah?"

She reached over and took my hand. Then, as she guided it to her body, she softly said, "Here's what else happened to me."

She placed my hand on her bush and I pushed a finger into her pussy hole. A soft murmur came from her chest and I uttered something like, "Holy good Christ!" I had never felt her so wet. "You DO want him to fuck you, don't you?"

"Oh Rick...I'm sorry..." she whispered, sadly.

"It's okay...It's...wait a minute..."

I got up and in the dark I made my way to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, feeling about until I felt and grabbed the plastic cock we never had had use for.

Then I was quickly lying alongside of her again. Suzie had no idea what I had in my hand. I reached out with my free hand and gently grasped hers and placed it on my cock.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Y-your cock!" she said.

As she was saying this, I turned on my side and my hands moved. I urged her thighs apart. Then I was gently pushing the thing in her pussy lips and said, "If you're holding my cock then whose cock is going into you?"

"Tell me," she whispered and I could hear the excitement in her voice as I pushed it into her a little bit further.

"No, Suzie, you tell me. Whose cock is in you? - - Whose cock do you want? - - Whose cock made you so juicy?" I whispered hotly, pausing after each question for effect.

Her hips pushed up, trying to take the whole thing inside her and she cried out, "Edward! Edward's cock!"

"Louder, Suzie, Louder," I urged, as I moved the thing in and out of her. "Whose cock? Whose cock do you want? Tell me baby...loud. Let me hear you..."

"Edward's cock!" She was loud.

"Louder," I implored, as I pleasured her with the dildo.

"Edward's cock...I want Edward's cock!!!"

The plastic phallic rammed in and out of her quite easily; she was soaking wet. I was sure that my son would hear her if he was still awake, and we found out later that he had been.

After that night, Suzie and Edward began a mating game of sorts. During the next few days, their eyes continuously wandered. It no longer seemed to matter if Maryanne or I were around either. Mother and son just did not seem to be able to keep their eyes off each other.

In the meantime, my wife knew that soon she would be screwing around with our son. And, almost as if to make everything equal and right, she wanted to do right for me with Maryanne.

Later she told me what was taking place. When the girl approached her mother about the looks that were passing back and forth between Suzie and Edward, my wife did not deny anything; she even added that these things happen between a parent and a child. It might not be right in society's eyes but if everyone in the family agreed, then whose business was it? Whatever logic Suzie applied on my daughter, it had its effect.

It was on the following Thursday night, after we went to bed, that my wife turned and raised herself in the bed. She laid her upper naked body on mine and lightly kissed my lips.

"Got a present for you..." she said.

"What?"

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

I complied and her tongue pushed between my lips and then withdrew, raising the heat level in my crotch. I felt her hand push beneath my head, holding me steady as she was purring, "Rick wants his present, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," I whispered, playing along.

"What does Rick want for a present?" she asked.

Suddenly a family odor came into my nostrils. My heart began beating faster.

"Pussy..." I hissed as the smell became stronger.

"Tell me. What do you want?"

"Pussy...!" I said and then I felt her hand pushing something to my face, right at my nose. The smell was unmistakable. As I had previously described to my wife, it was awesome.

"Pussy, mmmmmm..." I was murmuring into what I assumed was my daughter's panties. My cock was rock solid.

"Whose pussy, Rick? Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy do you want so badly?"

My hard cock actually throbbed with each question.

"Maryanne's pussy," I whispered hotly. My voice was almost pleading. "Oh Sue, I want Maryanne's pussy so bad..." I grunted into the cloth and the fingers of her other hand closed on my cock and proceeded to jerk me off.

With my wife pushing the crotch of my daughter's panties all around my nose as I drew the wonderful aroma into my nostrils, while her other hand stroked frantically on my fully-erect pecker, it wasn't long before I came, shooting all over myself.

After I finally calmed down, I found out the shocking details. Suzie told me that, in fact, my daughter now wanted me to fuck her, but was not quite ready. She said that it seemed as if Maryanne found out more than month earlier, that her best friend was having sex with her own father. In addition, Rick told his sister how badly he wanted Suzie and he also pointed out to Maryanne how he had noticed her looking at me. Until that moment, she hadn't realized that, but that conversation served as my daughter's wake up call. From that point forward, she began to seriously rethink her feelings. In the ensuing days, she apparently thought a lot about me.

More to come…